there must be something wrong in wanting to silence any song

The need to get out of Polaris pack lands and go explore the world once more had gotten to be too much to ignore, so Haydée decided that today, she would do it. Crossing the Bifrost had been a bit of shock as the heat of summer bled way to the chill of winter and a shiver had raced along her spine as she set paw into Boreas. Still, the small woman couldn’t be deterred from her adventure and she happily trekked toward places she had not visited before. Tall willows weep in this land that she has found, their branches hanging toward the muted earth are bare and a winter wind gusts through them to send the long fingers clicking together.

With quiet awe Haydée slowly wanders through this place, wide, emerald eyes drinking in every small detail that she finds. Suddenly, a song catches her ear, filled with a sort of melancholy that speaks to her soul and the russet woman finds the words pulling at her. Paws trace a path toward the singer, until she comes to a stop underneath one of the many willow trees and she cranes her neck back in an attempt to try and spy the one who had offered the song. As the last words fall away, leaving a heavy silence in their wake, the young woman fails to find the owner of the voice.

A spell has been cast on the area and it feels as if the world has fallen silent in honor of the one who had woven the poem. Suddenly, she blinks and the world returns to normal, the drone of insects and the chatter of various small animals once more reaching her ears. Yet, Haydée cannot return to normal, not when someone has voiced such splendor. Finally, the russet woman decides to call out, “Hello there! Whoever was singing that song, I just want you to know it is beautiful.” A pause fills the space around her as she waits to see if someone will answer.


"Haydée Kedieo"